I Suppose We Could Have Stayed Home

I suppose we could have just stayed home and read on the couch, because reading is what we ended up mostly doing the other day when Baby-Girl and I went to the beach.

We tried a new beach, one we’d driven by before but never stopped at, one that proved to be less swimmable than we had hoped. So, instead of swimming, we played catch with shells for a while, and then Baby-Girl made a fort using towels and the back of my chair. While she built, I read.

Some time later, when I noticed how quiet she’d grown, I turned around and found her reading underneath her now-completed fort.

“I’m on page 147,” she said, as if that explained things, and continued reading. So I went back to my book, too, and we both read for the rest of our time at the beach.

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ABOUT ME

Hey! I’m Christine. Well over a decade ago, my family traded in our lives in Chicago for life on a small island in the Carolinas, and thus began our journey. When I’m not writing, I listen to my loquacious husband talk and I experiment with both helicopter and free-range parenting my three children. (It’s exactly what it sounds like.) I write about all things coastal, but also about subjects like parenting, education, and worldview. Welcome to An Island Mom! I’m thrilled that you are here!